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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Still Plugging Along




As usual, I feel as though I have absolutely nothing interesting to report, however, I have been up to Napa wine tasting and I did get to see the Police reunion tour stop at the Oakland Coliseum last night, so life isn't so full of work and more work. The Police deserve their own spot in the Blog, the show was incredible, clean, uplifting and fun. Thanks to Melissa and John for providing the tickets and thanks to Stacy for driving and to Kim for loaning me $20 because the ATM line was a mile long. Stu, Sting and Andy kicked serious arse, just the three of them, starting with Message in a Bottle, of course, and chucking out randoms like "Walking in Their Footsteps," and "Driven to Tears..." among others. Would follow them all summer, but of course, there is money to save and plans to make. Today at work was well, challenging at best, day shift was easy...tried my cucumber/lemon water and saw a potential Italy client...otherwise, made $173 hard dollars and had to stay late because of some girls who decided to throw cigarette butts all over the ground outside. Can't think about these details, trying to keep my eyes on the prize and planning to run my two miles at the Reservoir tomorrow, meet Lori for breakkie and then organize my crap...in other words, purge my old ghetto clothing and start planning for my escape to Italia. Must buy a map. Til then, laters!

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